[726 Anderson Lane]

[The invasion has gone underway. As usual, Giegue relied on his strategy of turning the people of a planet against itself with his mental abilities before having his own forces directly step in. His people were able to conquer so many worlds the same way. There is no more effective strategy than turning enemy against enemy before taking over. Giegue knew this and this is precisely why PSI was such a dangerous power. Humans were increasingly becoming threats. That is why he cannot turn back on hate for them.

Giegue hardly rested. His kind didn't have to especially those who have gone through the mechanization process. He simply observed from his Mothership in a secluded location on Earth the pointless struggles of man against man. He would sometimes become weary when hate alone could not sustain him. It was then in that instant he found himself now awake in Mayfield.

A tall, slender, cat-like, yet humanoid creature lying down on the carpet allowed its gaze to wander around the living room of the Nigma household. This was very much like the 1950's of Eagleland. Frowning, he attempted to contact his troops scattered throughout the world with his psychic abilities... but to no avail. PSI has left his body. Most troubling.

Something had happened. He lacks the power to communicate to his troops let alone other people. He has become mundane like any other Earth creature. Therefore, he should act like an Earth creature if only to keep his disguise. And so he does. But it is quite obvious from appearances that he is not a normal Earth creature. He stands on both of his legs like a human would, but he will not show that he can think or speak as they do. Standing on both legs, mimicking a more balanced ape, he walks around the home feigning innocent curiosity to gather data.]

[Around Mayfield]

[And this continues even outside. When he grows tired of walking, or perhaps to fool others, he will crawl on all four of his legs before getting up again. As Giegue wanders around town, he looks into store windows, remarking silently just how mundane all of it is. How bold to pretend that it is completely normal after kidnapping a conqueror of his stature. He sits on both of his knees in front of a store window and looks, feigning curiosity yet again.]

[Phone]



[The voice of a man perhaps in his late-thirties to early-forties speaks from the other line. He seems nervous, but only a little bit. Otherwise, he remains quite calm as he speaks.]

... Well, well...

This is quite the quaint burg that I've found myself in. I've always dreamed of waking next to a beautiful woman, but it's a little different when it actually happens.

[He laughs a little.]

My name is George. I was a journalist back where I'm from, but I don't think anybody has the imagination to believe in a story like this. The story of a town, no, a world... Mayfield, is it? That would pull all of us into while we were all sleeping.

There's no use calling up a taxi out, but that's fine with me. Men know how to adapt and adjust. It's a new beginning and I'm a man who believes in opportunity. Am I speaking to anyone who has been here for a while or just arrived along with me?

[A groggy and and frightened voice]

Wh-what's going on...? Is it an air r-raid? Are we b-being b-bombed...?

[Sara didn't go to investigate the sound like many of the others did. She didn't think there was anything she could have done or contributed, and Caesar's words about her recklessness when the town became a nuclear wasteland are still with her. However, once she's properly awake and functioning, she realizes with some shocked sadness that Bethany has become a drone. She picks up the phone line to alert the town anyone Bethany may have known, only to overhear an odd conversation...]

ACTION ; 918 BILKO BOULEVARD:
[The first thing Sara is going to do is look for Roxas and/or Fenris, to tell them about both what she heard and Bethany.]

PHONE:
Did anyone else hear a weird conversation this morning? A man was talking about "taking care of it"... I can't be the only who heard it, can I?

MAYFIELD HIGH SCHOOL:
[Sara has passed out in class. She's asleep at her desk, face buried in her arms.

For anyone who knows her, this is not typical behavior. She's usually very cheery and energetic! If not disrupted, she'll probably keep sleeping. She may suddenly jump up at any appropriately loud noises, though.]

What is it?!

AROUND TOWN/AFTER SCHOOL:
[Hawke, Sara's looking for you. She figures if you haven't found out about Bethany on your own already, she should probably break the news to you. She'll also stop people at random to ask if they've seen a woman matching Hawke's description.]

[ action; ]

( a bit of context )

[ phone; ]

Hello, hello? ...Hm, no answer. That's odd.

[There's the sound of shoes clicking against tile before the Psiioniic's voice speaks up.]

You can't have expected it to be that eathy. For all we know, the thythem might only run according to a thertain pathword or twenty. Try uthing the nameth of thethe enigmatic friendth of yourth. Maybe that will get a rethponth.

Shhh, darling, let me handle this. Hello? This is Milla Vodello, calling any Psychonauts at headquarters? No, they're not on the line, not even the AI. That's troubling.

I will bet you twenty caegarth that thith ith a math hallucination. Twenty. Double or nothing.

But hold on- [More footsteps clacking over the phoneline and then the Psiioniic is invading her personal space to speak into the phone. Which is rather polite by troll standards, really.] Let me try my friendth thith time.

Eth, Dii, Rotha. Anyone there? Empire or jutht me going inthane?

[A pause, and then a little more desperately-]

Eth, pleathe.



[ OOC: purple is Milla, yellow is Psii. One or both of them might reply to any response here! ]

You know, I make it a habit of waking up early, but...

I just couldn't quite focus on my work out with all that noise. Does anyone know what's up?

✱ . Phone

I hope everyone had a nice holiday season seeing as it's been awhile since I was able to talk to everyone. I ended up getting some more books from back home, I've got a mini collection now at least.

[ There's a small pause followed by an annoyed sounding sigh. ]

The siren noise outside is really bugging me. There's nowhere to read in peace and I can't sleep through the noise at all. It's not very good to make a kid sleep deprived you know.

{{ →!Action | 915 Bilko Boulevard }}

[Conan is not a heavy sleeper. He cannot afford to be as he lives under a constant threat of danger. He's not paranoid. He has every right to be as cautious being in the situation he's currently stuck in. Or... was... stuck in. Being the cautious detective that he is he always made sure to leave a tiny lump in his sleeping mat when he rolled it out for the night. He made absolute sure that it would dig right into his middle so that if he was ever kidnapped from the Mouri residence he'd know right away that he wasn't on his mat and had somehow been moved.]

[So, when the siren starts to blare the young detective is easily awakened and jolts upright. These surroundings are foreign to him and definitely have a western feel to them. He notices right off that he's in a bed and not on a mat before blindly feeling for his glasses. Upon locating them, he shoves them on his face and presses the button for night vision-]

Ah le?

[-Nothing. How odd. The door is slightly ajar so Conan slips out of bed, still clad in his light green pajamas, and moves over to feel if there's a light switch-but that alarm is getting REALLY annoying and just might be taking priority. As silently as he possibly can, he's moving through the house and trying to quickly locate a way out.]

[Mayfield stands empty for the third night in a row.

Midnight strikes on January 16th, and instantly every person and drone in Mayfield reappears in the exact position they were in before the disappearance. No one will remember or note the disappearance aside from the feeling that they lost consciousness for several seconds, and a splitting headache and general feeling of disorientation for a few hours upon return.

But it is impossible to fail to note the blaring alarm bells, so loud that they can be heard across town. They, too, are emanating from downtown. Should you choose to investigate, the source of the alarm bells is the Mayfield dairy.

The dairy remains closed an impenetrable as always. You may go near it, but you may not get inside or damage the exterior, and the bells are so loud in close proximity as to be unbearable.

The alarms will continue through the night until around 5 am, when they finally stop, and all is quiet once more. In fact, everything is back to normal, with two oddities. Mayfield suddenly added a new batch of citizens, all at once at midnight. They, too, were likely woken by the alarms. And there's the matter of calendars. Though no time seems to have passed since the evening before January 13, every calendar and drone in Mayfield now gives the date as January 16th.]

[ OOC: Mayfield on Dreamwidth is officially OPEN! Both new and existing characters may thread on this post or post new entries to the community.

We decided to open a little early, but all entries until the 16th will be considered to be forward-dated. ]